Dónall Dempsey - THE IRISH FOR IT!

2014-10-28 0

Asks if I am
looking up her skirt.

Then asks
why not.

“I see...! ”
I say

“Want to see some
more? ”

She smilingly entices.

“Oh, I do...I do! ”
I blurt out as if I were

marrying it.

She displays herself
in all her lovely lusciousness

as if she were
presenting a precious
treasure.

I gasp.

“Gasp! ”

“Fine...so...fine! ”
I manage to exclaim.

“Is that all? ”
says she.

“No...! ”
says I.

“Faighin! ”
is the Irish for it.

“May I now
kiss the bride? ”

I ask.

“You are divine! ”
she whispers

so softly
even I can hardly hear

only understanding
by reading

her lips.

Dónall Dempsey

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